Desi sex story : Gorgeous Mom as A Gift

Desi sex story : Gorgeous Mom as A Gift

I never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millennium. My name is Vijaya. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millennium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him.

Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jetlag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the night we went to bed soon even though Ramesh wasn’t keen. In the morning after the breakfast we sat down to open our presents. They were lot of them. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc… Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.

For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him.

On the 31st, I thought of asking him on a gift from me for the new year. At lunch, his dad came from work to have lunch with us and on the table I brought up the topic. His dad also liked it and said he would like give another gift too. Ramesh refused any gifts at first but I kept stressing. After some time he told his dad that he will accept anything his dad gives and told me he will think and tell me what he wants from me.

His dad has left few minutes after his lunch and I resumed to cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. All the time I was giving ideas for him and he kept rejecting them. Then I asked him “Probably we should get you a wife!” Ramesh blushed a lot and said “Na…I am too young for it”. We laughed off. After few moments Ramesh said “I know what I want for new year mom! I was afraid to say it before dad.” I said “Thats good! Then spit it out!”

Ramesh said “Hope you wont be upset mom!”

“I wont..Tell me…If I can afford it I will” I replied.

“Sure you wont be upset mom!”

“Yes honey! I wont! Now tell me” asked him eagerly.

Ramesh paused for a moment and said “Gosh! This is so embarrassing!”

“Come on Ramesh! It wont be that bad”

After another moment he said “I want you mom!”

I laughed “You want me son? You have already got me!”

“No! I mean I want more of you mom!” Ramesh replied.

“More of me! What more honey? Do you want me to come to US too?”

“Well, I want that too but…more means…” Ramesh hesitated again.

I said “Come on Ramesh! more means?”

Ramesh paused again for a while an then said “aah…I want something….that is underneath your saree mom..”

I was stunned. Before I could recover, he continued “I want to lick your yoni (pussy) and enter it mom”

My senses went blank….I could not hear anymore. I could see Ramesh but can’t hear his voice. I was dumbfound.

Then suddenly half of my blood rushed to my mouth and suddenly I uttered “I am your MOTHER for god sake Ramesh! What the hell are your asking?”

Ramesh said “You only provoked me mom. I just told you what I want.”

“I am you mother…You don’t expect to get gifts like that from your mother!” I paused.

“This is sick Ramesh! Why do you want such a gift from me?”

“Because I love you mother”

“Is this the way to show your love? By asking your mother to sleep with you?”

Ramesh kept quiet.

“Oh Ramesh! What has gotten on to you son? If you are lonely we will get you married!”

Ramesh interrupted “No mom! I don’t want anyone but you”

“But I am your mother! You were born out of me. You are my body!”

“But I am a man now mother! You have been great to me as mother and I want you to be my woman too!”

“Shut up! Dont say that kind of words” I screamed.

Ramesh kept quiet and I walked into my bedroom and shut the door.

I kept thinking. I still have these pictures of my son in my thoughts…so innocent and respectful. What happened to him? He is lusting for his own mother. I bore him for 9 months and brought him to this world. He was a good student and has done well in his life. And then suddenly this? Must have been the westernisation I thought. My thoughts drifted along for another hour or so and by then my anger got lost. I felt sorry for Ramesh.

I came out of the room and looked for Ramesh. I looked in his room. He was lying on his bed reading a book. I walked in towards his bed. He pretended my absence.

I walked up to him, sat on the bed and asked “Why Ramesh? How did you get such an unnatural thought?”

He smiled, then got up, picked up a cd he brought with him, held my hand and pulled me to the computer room.

He loaded the cd and opened a webpage on the cd. The page had a picture of me and below it, it had numerous links to several text files. The he clicked on one and showed it to me. It was a erotic mother/son incest story!

All the other files were mother/son sex stories too. Some were consensual and others were rapes. Some involved sleeping or un-concious state sex. Many even claimed mothers getting pregnant by their sons!

Gosh! So much literature on mother/son incest!

Ramesh left me there for me to explore more. I was disgusted at first but slowly I got interested in the stories. Some even write that they recommend mothers to have sex with their sons.

I read through some of them before it was time for me to cook for dinner. I left the computer and Ramesh took his cd back.

I had to go to bathroom to ease myself off after reading those stories. No wonder those stories gave Ramesh some sexual thoughts about his mother.

Ramesh never spoke to me about it after that. We had our dinner and we went to sleep early. Ramesh was still watching tv. That night I had to seduce my husband to fuck me. He was surprised a bit about my sexual intentions but we had an excellent sex. My hubby is a good lover. But to be frank, during the act I replaced him with my son fucking me.

But I took care not to utter his name aload.

The whole night I kept thinking about those stories. I even dreamt of them.

In the morning after the breakfast, I waited until his dad left saying he will not be coming home that night as he has y2k work. As soon as he is out I asked Ramesh for the cd. Ramesh didnot utter a word and gave me the cd.

I spent prettymuch the whole day reading those stories. I was suprised to see somany of them. And there were many with Indian cultural background too!

We had lunch…I went back to the computer. We had afternoon tea…I went back to the computer. I took a break to cook dinner for both of us and soon after we had our dinner. Ramesh insisted he will go to his friends place but I told him not to. He was not happy and resumed his tv watching. We both watched the tv until midnight. We the clock striked 12 we congratulated each other on new year. His dad rang us from work and Ramesh rang all his friends here and in US to wish them.

After calling everybody Ramesh resumed his tv watching as I went to my bedroom. Then I took off my saree and my blouse leaving only the bra and petticoat. Then I called Ramesh.

Ramesh walked into the room and I caould see him being agape looking at me. I told him to come inside and lock the door. He locked the door and turned towards me and I said “Here is your gift Ramesh! Your mother’s body and her yoni”

Ramesh was very excited “Really mom?”

I said “Yes son!”

He just leaped towards me saying “Oh Thank you mom! Thank you very much!” hugging me tight and planting his lips onto mine. The sensations of my son’s lips on mine was excellent. He then he sucked my lips and tongued my mouth. It was ecstatic enjoying my son’s sexual moves and rubs. He was caressing my body with his hands. He moved his hands slowly on to my buttocks and then inserted his hands between my thighs to touch my pussy. I squealed a bit enjoying his explorations. He stroked my ass crack and my pussy with his middle finger for a moment and the moved his hand to untangle my petticoat’s thread knot. As he untangled I felt a bit shy as I tried to hold on to my sliding petticoat but he was too quick to grab my hand. He then whispered in my ear saying “let me unwrap my gift mom”. I was excited to my high with those words. He then untied my bra to reveal my motherly breasts for him. This time to satisfy his sexual hunger. He then took my nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. It was my son sucking my breasts but I had feeling of my lover sucking me.

He kept sucking my breasts for few minutes interchanging them by caressing the other. It was a breast sucking sex of my life. I wondered where did he learn all this?

Then the took me to the bed and laid me on my back. By now I just became a follower doing everything he wants me to do. He then started kissing my breasts and slowly worked towards my navel and then to my lower abdomen towards my thick bush. As he reached my bush I inadvertently raised my legs and folded them for him to access. He then used his left hand to widen my crack as he looked at my pussy with curiosity. I felt embarrassed for a moment as he looked on at his birth place. Then he slowly moved towards it to take my clit into his mouth and starting sucking it. It was at that instant I had my first orgasm. It just happened because of my excitement I guess.

He sucked my clit for few moments and then his tongue was allover my cunt. He inserted it into my vagina, fucked me with it and licked every part of my pussy clean. It was then he took off his clothes as I watched him in desperate condition of having my cunt fucked. I never was in this position before. When ever I wanted I hinted my hubby and within minutes he was on to it. Now it appeared as if Ramesh took ages to remove his clothes. As he took off his pajama his cock sprung up like a cunt seeking device pointing towards me. I never imagined I will get to see my son’s erection to the least that I am gonna be fucked by his thick meat.

As soon as he undressed Ramesh moved over me, positioned himself, held his dick with his right hand and then ran over the head over my pussy lips and my clit. I shuddered as his head touched my clit. He did it for few strokes and then he inserted it into my vagina. I moaned loud. It was the moment I was waiting for. The union of yoni and lingam….the union of mother and son….the union of my flesh with me.

I was at my sexual ecstasy as he started fucking me slowly for few strokes. Than suddenly he started pounding my cunt in vigorous motion. I started moaning more and more louder as he increased his rhythm. It was then I had my second orgasm. Ramesh too climaxed not long after that as he squirted his potent seed into me for the first time.

He then collapsed on me patting and puffing as if he had been thru an aerobic session.

After few moments he said “Mom, that was the best gift I ever had in my life”

I asked “Did you enjoy your gift?”

He said “Yes! More than anything! How about you?”

I said “I enjoyed every moment of being your gift” stroking my fingers thru his hair.

He concluded “I love you mom”

I said “I love you too son” as he moved to kiss my lips.

After the kiss he asked me “Will I get to use my gift again?”

I said “Yes! Anytime whenever there is opportunity!”

“How about now?” he said pushing his semi erect dick into my soppy pussy.

I was shocked that he is already getting hardon. I replied “Ok son!” enjoying our copulation and anticipating for another ride of my life!

Half an hour after my son finished filling me with his cum, he was fast sleep beside me. I too was tired from our my sexual encounter and dozed off thinking about all that happened we hours ago.

I do not know how long I slept but I was waken by the sound of somebody opening the front door. I got up immediately to find my clothes but heard the steps getting near. I quickly grabbed my blouse and went back to bed and covered the blanket over me. I did not even had time to hook my blouse. So I turned on my side trying to hook at least the first hook. Then the door opened and it was Ramesh’s dad. He switched the light on as I pretended I just got woken up. I looked at him and said “You’re back?” He said “yes! not any serious problems so came back”. He looked at Ramesh as I told him “He wanted to sleep with me here. I will wake him up”. I carefully started turning so that he would not notice my open blouse. By then he interrupted “Don’t worry! Let him sleep here. I will sleep on his bed”. I did not attempt to move then on and he switched off the light and went to Ramesh’s room. I laughed at my position. Good that Ramesh is my son. Otherwise which husband would see his wife in bed with a naked man and walk away saying ‘let him sleep?’

Underneath the blanket his son is completely naked with his mothers’ drying cunt juices all around his dick and his pubic hair. And I am wearing my blouse unhooked and completely nakedbelow my stomach with my cunt filled with his son’s thick cum. It gave a whole new meaning for the phrase “looks deceive!”

I was so excited by the scene that I had to wake Ramesh for another session of mother/son sexual ecstacy.

That night was a night of my life with my son fucking me on my bed and my husband sleeping in next room. Ramesh too started talking kinky after he knew that his dad is sleeping in his room. During our fuck session he kept saying words like “Ah! I am in heaven…thanks dad” and “you have a sexy wife dad”. I was terribly afraid that his dad might come back. I think if a mother like me wants to have an extramarital affair, I recommend them to seduce their sons. How many times you will get to fuck your lover while your husband is sleeping next room?

The next morning I got up early to prepare the breakfast. I felt great that morning! Ramesh and his dad though, slept well until 9am. Since both had slept late I let them sleep until then and the went to my hubby to wake him up. I woke him up and he grabbed me to give a good lip kiss for the new year. We both hugged for a while as he embarrassed me tight. I told him he should get up as it is getting late. He murmured a bit, gave me another kiss and then trotted to bathroom telling me to wake Ramesh up. He disappeared into the toilet as I went to our bedroom to wake ramesh up. I woke him up and started pulling his blanket. He is still naked underneath it and I wanted to take a peek at the manhood that took care of my lust last night. He held on to the blanket and asked where his dad was. I told him he is in the toilet. Then he suddenly pulled me on to him as I stumbled on him and he gave me a deep lip kiss. I tried to struggle first but then I stopped as I enjoyed my second kiss of the morning with my second man. He held my left breast with his right hand and started caressing it while kissing. After a while I stopped him and got off him telling him to get up and walked out to the kitchen.

Ramesh got up and went to our second bathroom. After a while he came back to me in the kitchen while I was standing at the kitchen table. He asked me where’s his dad and I said he might be taking a shower. He then asked “where’s my breakfast?” I said “wait! its getting ready! Let your dad come.” He said “not that breakfast mom!” and came to me from behind, aligned his dick against my ass cheeks, put his hand into my saree tangles and held my womanhood and said “this mom”. I was so excited with his kinky gesture I almost came. I couldn’t help but moan a little and said to him “you just had late night snack few hours ago! Are you still hungry?” He said rubbing my mound and his dick “Yes mom! your food is so tasty I cannot have enough of it!” I said trying to overcome the feeling “this food legally belongs to your dad! So don’t try to eat it while your dad is around!”

“No?…not even a taste?” Ramesh said in a dissappointed tone still rubbing my pussy lips thru my saree. I was so excited, I could feel my juices coming out but tried controlling it and told him “Nop! not even a taste! Wait until your dad is gone and you can eat as much as you want”

Before I could finish the sentence, Ramesh took his hand away from my pussy as he saw his dad coming. His dad must have over heard my sentence, he asked “What is that you want to eat son?” I stumbled on hearing his words but regained my composure and said “You son is very hungry! He wants his breakfast before you come!” I almost laughed at the kinky meaning of those words. I was looking at Ramesh who by now walking into the lounge with a big smile on his face smelling his fingers that rubbed my cuntlips.

“Then you should have given him! He must be starving!” his dad said. Ramesh quickly looked at me with a lustful gaze and said “See! Dad doesn’t object!”

“I don’t object! If he is hungry you should feed him Kantam!” his dad added. “I can eat later”

I turned away as I could not smile at my hubby’s innocense. I thought to myself “If you know what me and Ramesh are talking about, you would not only object but kill us both”

We cut the chat and had our breakfast. Ramesh kept passing me “give me your pussy” looks at me. After we had enough to eat, there is still some left so I asked Ramesh if he would like an another round. He said “No mom! Not now”. He paused a while and then said “I will have my next round after dad is gone to work”. I knew what he was getting at but kept quite. His dad said “Thats my boy! Take a break and have another round! It will make your mother happy!”

Every word my hubby says is inducing a twitch in my already drooling cunt. Added to it Ramesh is taking it further saying “Will you be happy mom?………will you?”. He kept asking until I said “Yes!”

Ramesh sat on the couch watching tv while his dad dressup to go to work. I knew he is watching tv but counting the moments of his dad leaving the house. Finally after 10 mins his dad bid bye to me and Ramesh and Ramesh saw him off and closed the front door. Before I could hear his dad opening the car door, Ramesh is already naked and untangling my saree. He ripped my saree off and threw it on the couch and dragged me to our bedroom while hugging me and caressing my breasts.

By the time his dad pulled the car out of our driveway Ramesh got me naked and was all over my body. He did not listen to my plead that his dad could come back. As he inserted his dick into my wet pussy, I heard my hubby’s car drive away. I didnot have any relief until his car pulled away and before he was gone, Ramesh is already pounding my pussy with vigourous and long strokes.

I was amazed by Ramesh’s restlessness to fuck his mother. His dad did not even leave the premises he has already made me naked and copulating with my vagina. Before I could come to my senses and started enjoying, Ramesh already came spurting his hot cream into me. He must have been very hot. We both were patting for breath and we are in a mess. We both were lying across the bed with Ramesh on top of me. My blouse and pettycoat lying on the floor. My pussy is all wet with combination of our juices. I was left unfulfilled as Ramesh finished earlier than me.

“Thanks for the second breakfast mom” Ramesh uttered while controlling his breath. “It was as good as your real breakfast”

“And then, dad himself gave me permission to eat” he said as we both laughed.

We spent most of the new year day naked and on bed. We fucked four times before we both were exhausted and it was time for his dad to get back from work.

It was only in the evening I wore my saree again. Ramesh never gave me an oppotunity to wear it keeping my pussy wet all the day. He had a final snack before his dad came home and started complaining his dick hurts.

I never had somany fucks in a day for years. Ramesh’s dad used to fuck me like that when we were young. Never thought I will see that day again.

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To say the least from that day onwards, Ramesh became my second lover. We became mother and son only for other people and for his dad. It was very hard to balance being mother and lover with a stud son around and doing all kinds of mischievous things. Ramesh never had enough of me and used to molest me even when somebody is around. he does more of it when somebody is around us. He would never let an opportunity go to fondle his mother’s body. I always wondered whether he is doing it for shear lust or to hint people around that he is bonking his mother. In anycase, I liked it.

Ramesh’s four week holidays passed by in a flick. This time his holiday was spent in an unexpected manner though! He had new girl and I had a new lover. The new millinium has provided me with a son-lover and with lots of cum in my pussy and another cocktail of love juice marks on my bedsheet. I thought I would get him a bride this time but never imagined I would become his lover and take his semen in me.

A week before Ramesh’s departure, I became sad. Previously, it used to be only a son’s see off. Now its a son and lover. He made me rid of all sexual frustrations I had and took me to a new hieght of sexual ecstacy where only a son can take his mother to. I felt sad missing a son and a lover. Ramesh has another week in singapore before he would go back to US. Seeing me very dejected of Ramesh’s departure his dad suggested me to take a trip to singapore with him. I was so excited but at the same time I felt a bit guilty that I am taking advantage of my hubby. It wasn’t until the next day when Ramesh lifted my pettycoat yet again to show me heaven, I decided I need to have another week of this forbidden dick of my son. So I booked and flew with my son to sinagpore. Ramesh and I had time of our life. It wasn’t a lot different from India but in singapore Ramesh got access to his mother’s pussy even in the night. Shopping and sex were the two main things in our agenda with everything rolling around those. We talked to my hubby on phone but everytime we talked to him Ramesh was either licking or fucking my pussy. We both talked together with him while our genitals locked. Only a son can give this opportunity!

Before we knew the week was over and we had the time of our lives. Ramesh saw me off at the airport the day before he flew to US.

I flew back with fond memories of our lustful ‘honeymoon’ followed by a big shopping bag. Ramesh took care of all the shopping bills. Somehow I felt like I was his escort or a call-girl and Ramesh paid me for my services to him. The perverted feeling in me was satisfied that I became a personal whore for my son.

After he is gone to US Ramesh called me more often specially when his dad is not around to talk about his fantacies of fucking his mother. He makes me so hot on phone that I tell him I replaced his dick with my fingures as we kept talking. I even asked him if he thought of me as his escort during our singapore lustweek. Ramesh said it was not the case and he payed the bills as a gratitude of me being a perfect mother. It was until later I found our that Ramesh also paid for my airfare. Ramesh might have did it for love towards his mother but I certainly felt I escorted my son while in s’pore. With the amount of spending he did on me, I figured its well over 5000 rupees per day. We kept talking about all the kinky things. Our phone calls have become more like lover calls instead of mother and son ones. He never completed a call without giving me an orgasm when his dad is not around.

It wasn’t another three weeks passed by, I realised Ramesh has left me more than my fond memories of becoming his lover and probably his whore. The loads of semen my pussy was soaked in all the time when Ramesh was here finally managed to penetrate my egg. Little did my egg know that the semen was from my own son. Little did Ramesh’s semen knew that it his mother’s egg he’s penetrating. How would they know? Their job is to procreate. The evolutionary cycle has turned around with semen from my own son penetrated his own mother’s egg.

I went into this philosophy mode. All these mother/son relationships are all created by us. In my opinion everybody is free to mate with everybody. Look at animals; a son always fucks his mother to mate and create more. Likewise a mother always gives her son a chance to make her pregnant. Take a look at ancient history! Every culture has mother son turned lovers relationships. The mother earth also mated with her son to produce. Eve was Adam’s mother. Eve also became the wife of her another son/grandson Cain whom she produced through Adam. Several greek legends married and lusted for their mother. The famous Jocasta and Oedipus mother/son copulation yeilded 3 children. Jocasta must have been one happy woman when she married her son.

In my opinion mother/son sex is natural thing to do. Since a woman matures and marries generally when she is 15/16, her breeding season is divided between her husband and son/s. The first fifteen years until she turns 30 are husband’s to produce and when her sons turn 15 she should be mating with her offspring and breed with them until the age of menopause. For me it seems logical and our bodies are designed for it. It is a well known fact that women reach their prime sexual stage when they are past 30, the age when her sons too reach a sexual age. The sexual desire of a mother and her son would balance each other at that stage.

I started out late now at 43, but I still feel I have few more years to breed with my son. I am starting now. To say the least I am pregnant with my son. It felt good. I felt as if I am godess Rati, the love godess who became a lover to her son Kama, the cupid.

As usual my husband thought his semen lacked some discipline and invaded his wife’s womb. My mother-loving son is very excited that his semen made its way to penetrate his mother’s egg and made his sexy and slutty mother pregnant with his child. I have mixed fellings about this. I am not happy because I am pregnant at this age but at the same time I am excited because my own son made me pregnant. I am fucked by both men of my life and I became pregnant by both of them.

Few weeks later I was stuck between two males competing for possession of a pregnant female. Ramesh might have thought he wanted to see his slutty mother belly grow as his baby took shape. So he proposed his dad that I should go to US. He used the excuse saying hospitals are better there. His dad on the other hand wants me to be with him so that he can see me safe. I took the backstage letting them sort out as I have nothing to loose. No matter where I stay I will get good care and my bed will always be warm. If I am here I will have my hubby dick in my pussy and if I am there my son will still keep it lubricated and wet.

Finally Ramesh won. His dad let go as he knew I will be well there. A week later, during fourth month of my pregnancy, my hubby saw me off at the airport. I felt sorry for him since he is unknowingly send me to my lover and illicit father of my baby.

Ramesh picked me up from the airport in US. He was very excited to see his mother-lover. We drove home and he waited nomore to see his mother naked with her growing belly. We both celebrated with you know what!!! He fucked me passionately as if a husband parting from his wife for a long time. I don’t need to tell you the happenings in detail after that. The life is usual with doctor visits, pregnant sex, dad/hubby phone calls to India, sex again, parent talk with my son as mother of his baby, and more sex. We are tired of inventing new postions to rest my belly while Ramesh filled me.

A month later, my son revealed his ultimate desire. A desire to marry me. I was shocked at first but was happy that he wanted to marry me. He said “Since we are already having a baby together, we should get married.”

I did not get his point. I said “But I am already married Ramesh! to your dad! How can I marry you?”

He said “I don’t know! Divorce him or…”

I said “Shut up! Why would I spoil a good relationship? And whats wrong with staying as of now?”

He said “Like how?”

I said “Like now! Married to my hubby! You will still get what you getting from me and have me anytime you like! What wrong with being as now? The baby is yours and I dont’ need to change surnames either”

Ramesh interrupted “But I want you all by myself mom! I want to be your hubby! I want to take care of you myself”

I said “Thats sweet son! But I am also your mother and still married to your dad! I might be pregnant by you and sleep with you but relationwise you will still be my son first!”

I could see Ramesh got disappointed by my rejection. He didnot talk to me well for two hours after that. So I put a proposal. I said “How about an agreement?”

“What agreement?” he asked.

“Since you will be here in US for a while, I can be your wife when I am here!”

“How?”

“We can marry here and I will become your wife. Whenever I am here I will be called as your wife. But I India I will be your dad’s wife and your mother. You can share my body with your dad but only as your mother as we are doing now. That means I will be your wife in US and your dad’s in India”

The idea seems to have worked with him. But then he asked “What if dad comes here?”

I said “You dad will be the same person to you when you will be in India. He will be my illicit lover here”

Ramesh laughed “Dad? your illicit lover?”

“Yes! Once I am married to you he will become my lover not hubby!”

Ramesh agreed. The following friday, we went to a temple and got married. He put me another mangal sutra around my neck and formally I accpeted my son Ramesh to be my second husband. I became my own daughter-in-law. For the firstime after my son fucked me, he removed my clothes and fucked me as a husband. I felt Ramesh is more a husband to me than his dad as by the time Ramesh married me I am already pregnant by him and it appeared to me as if I am his real wife.

Five months after we got married, we had a baby girl. Ramesh’s dad flew to US to see his daughter. We stayed together for three months. Ramesh and his dad competed yet again for their first fuck with me after delivery. But this time his dad won as he is in holiday here. The next day Ramesh took me to a hotel to get his first taste of his mother-wife’s pussy after delivery somehow avoiding his dad coming with us. I didnot tell Ramesh that his dad had the first milking session with his mother’s cunt.

After three months, Ramesh’s dad flew back to India giving Ramesh more time to fuck his mother-wife. Ramesh reluctantly sent me to India after another three months.

But things changed in India as I found out that my husband was cheating on me too! I demonstrated anger and left to US. It has been eight months eversince I came back to US to become Ramesh’s wife. There is no chance of going back to India as Ramesh knocked me again and I am pregnant with our second child. This time though there is no way that I can bluff that Ramesh’s dad knocked me. He would eventually know that his own son is also bonking his wife and Ramesh is the father of our baby.